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"Did you know Y/n likes you, Bakugou?"
Stupid Dunce Face. With his shitty yellow hair and stupidly forward words.
Bakugou whips his head to the blond, practically snapping his neck off "What the hell?"
"Yeah," Denki continues, laying it on thick. "Said she couldn't wait for you to ask her out."
"Really?" Bakugou grits his teeth, voice hitching with feigned amusement. "How the fuck would you know that? Sunshine don't hang with you that often. She's too smart for your one brain cell to keep up."
"Bakugou!" Denki winces, offended tone prominent in his voice. "That isn't very nice!"
"Spewing other people's personal feelings is worse," Bakugou counters, slumping down in his seat. "If Sunshine wanted to tell me, she'd do it at her own fucking pace. Stop meddling, asshole."
The words of teasing die on Denki's tongue. There's silence for a moment, one bloody, hopeful second that makes Bakugou feel a sliver of respite before...
Denki starts cackling with laughter, doubling over like he just pulled off the funniest joke in his 16 years on the planet. "It was a joke, man!" Denki shouts through fits of giggles, wiping tears away from his eyes. "I can't believe you actually believed it that easily!"
It takes three slow and painful seconds for the realisation to fill the pit of his stomach.
One.
Why the fuck is Denki losing his shit? Is he making fun of him or something? The hell-
Two.
It's a goddamn joke. He really has the nerve to pull this shit on Bakugou at 8 fucking am in the morning on a Saturday. It's his one free day off in the entire week and this is what he gets-
Alarm bells. They're ringing so loudly in his head he can barely think straight. Bakugou rechecks his mental schedule for the day, thoughts finally clicking as he remembers today's date.
Three.
It's First April.
It's April Fools Day.
...
Fuck.
Bakugou's cheeks scald red in embarrassment and anger as that damn blond wipes his tears away. "That was so funny-"
"You fucking asshole," Bakugou snarls, leaping off the couch with explosions firing off in his hand.
He has two very strong, overwhelming feelings he's in the mids of experiencing now. Anger, obviously, and a deep sense of humiliation for taking the quirky imbecile so seriously.
Naturally, he leans hard into the overwhelming fury and tackles Denki in a fit of rage.
It was just a silly little prank.
A silly little prank that was only meant to get his hopes up and get his shit together to confess to you.
Denki has impeccable timing.
He shoves his thought of you away and pretends his scarlet cheeks aren't because of you because, you seriously, don't mean a thing to him.
His heart didn't leap at the thought of standing a chance with you. In fact, he wasn't going to even think of your bright and cheery self the entire day.
He. Did. Not. Like. You.
As if on cue, you walk into the common area while rubbing your eyes, yawning and stretching as if you just got out of bed. Of course you could pull off your bed hair effortlessly. "Mnh...what's going on guys?" You mutter, blinking away your sleepiness as you stared at Bakugou and Denki.
His heart writhes at getting his hopes up and pulverised, at seeing you with that innocently oblivious expression plastered on your face
He pulverises Dunce Face even more.